A poetry blog. I post once a week.

Monthly Archives: September 2012

Your transparency leads me to believe that you’re as shallow as the Reed Seathat Moses crossedthough you’d sayyou too are lost in translation.It was your trend to pretend to be someone,then be a mannequin,letting others dress you.When that failedbeing a bohemianfit into your plan.You took a crack atfollowing Jack Kerouacyet that included too many people as well.And though the term fit you,you’d never admit to being a hipsterbecause it’d put you in a group.You read Camuscould recite Satre too. Live by what Durden would do.You believed essenceproceeds existence.So you introduce yourself with pretense.This has become you.You call it culturethough I’m not too sure;when you show such demurin finding somethingto be a part of.

Let me taste syrupy sweet liesthat attracted those other flies.This is my gift to you in July.A personality more suited to a Gemini.But you’re a cancerin that you’re all over.Were you honestly lyingwhen you said you’re bipolar?You’re too kindthough only at timeswhen you call me beautifulto play with my mind.Then kiss me coldlyonly to soothe me.I know your cloudy transparency.How clear you are to me. You’re hoping to find romance, dreaming for fantasy,working for perfection,but we’re too human in reality.I saw how you became darkto hide that away.How you want to find true love…perhaps one day.And that need to be lovedhas defined who you are.

What happened to that joy?
That I saw on your face ago?
Before the wrinkles of time began to show.
You spent hours
bleeding on your paper
about things we were too young to know.
Eyes straining in the shadows
finding where the black ink would go.
I lost you to that world for days.
I was amazed at how your pants fell.
Your thin limbs would tell
how easily you would snap
if I was too strong.
Those dark blue jeans
were replaced with black ones with inseams.
And almost admitting this mistake;
yet afraid to do a rash thing
you wore a noose around your neck.
So you slowly suffocated.
What happened to the hours you put in?
The sleep you were lacking?
The food you weren’t eating?
The wall you were bashing?
You were light from drugs.
You still drink poison.
Is this too a mistake?
You are growing weary.
You’ll barely make it through
The joy has disappeared
Along with the dreams of you.